POV: You Get Isekai'd Into the Final Fantasy XV world

Chapter 1- Weird Dude

A/N: Everything that I describe about the family situation actually happened to me, just not all at once and not necessarily in this order. It also happened years ago around when I was in 6th grade (I've been out of high school for a year now). My dad has been trying to stay sober for I think 6 months or more now? He's had a few relapses and after that he picked some fights with me and my mom but its getting better. Better than I ever thought it could when things were still like this for me. If you need someone to talk to, or if you're in a situation like mine, I'm here.

The thing about life itself, is that it won't be worth living until you tell it to be. But to me, the life I lived was far too boring for me to even want to find meaning in it. I did the same thing every weekday. Then, on the weekends, I sat around trying to think of ways to spend my free time, only to realize I'd spent it all trying to find something worth doing. There wouldn't ever be something worth doing. I've always been much more interested in fictional worlds, and fictional people with awesome, fictional lives. Nothing would make me feel more alive than to live in my favorite video game, Final Fantasy XV. No life sounded more fulfilling than one spent fighting alongside the main characters of said video game, who I'd grown to see as cherished friends. I thought about it so much that it was starting to make me hate the real world, and its real people.

As I drove to my last day of high school, I thought about the events that happened last night- which made me hate real life even more. My alcoholic father had been fighting with my mom over something stupid again. They were going at it until midnight, and from what I could hear from my room, my dad had lifted a chair at my mom, like he was going to throw it at her, but then set it back down. I wonder if almost hitting someone you used to love out of anger, is just as damaging to that love as actually hitting them. The 'but I didn't actually', doesn't hold much weight when, for a split second, you actually did intend to.

Lately the fights seemed to be getting worse and worse. My mom even had to call the police on my father a couple times in the past two months, for getting a little too violent. He was never physically abusive to me or mom, but he was just scary enough that I still thought he might hit me sometimes. Every time he stomped up the stairs, I quietly rushed to check and make sure the door was locked again, just in case.

One of the nights my mom called the police, it was because dad had punched a hole in the wall. The police did nothing about it and my mother had it cleanly covered up with a painting the next morning, like nothing ever happened. My family was expertly good at sweeping things under the rug, and pretending like nothing was so detrimentally wrong, that it was slowly killing all of us. It was no exception when my father had drunkenly told me to 'go drink poison,' for saying I wanted to go on a bike ride by myself after he asked if he could come with me. The only reprimand he got was a light "don't say that" from my mother. I didn't end up going on that bike ride after all.

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The school day was long and boring. My only 3 friends had been a grade above me and graduated last year, each going off to a college more far away than the last. We tried to keep in touch, but it didn't last very long. None of it would matter tomorrow, because as of five minutes ago I was done with the last day of my senior year, and tomorrow was my 18th birthday. I was planning to get the hell out of my parents' house, move somewhere at least a little less scary than my father, and get a job until I could do something worthwhile.

There was a tradition me and my old friends had for the last day of school. Every year we would go to the little 60's themed diner in town and get milkshakes. Last year was pretty much the death of that tradition, but since this would probably be the last time I ever even saw the place, I decided to go by myself.